Tell him your mama’s a witch, When she dances The earth opens its mouth, Roars until every building Collapses, She’s torn down giants With her Truth And you were born From that Power. Tell him Your mama’s tongue is a sword You inherit, Her script shapes you like a tree, He brought no axe to this fight, The Universe answers with Justice For his violence Against you, a kind, brilliant— I catch sight of your dimming light. I remind you Seasons aren’t lifelong, But they move slowly, Like trees that must grow Big enough to bend, Reach the sunlight, The rain floods this ground you stand upon, And I never thought we’d need an umbrella This young, I teach you how to construct a shield out of jackets, Whisper reminders into your hair. My hand rests over your heart Until this season ends, Gently tell you when he says It’s your fault, The world will swallow him Eventually, Perhaps before he ever learns responsibility, As I gather all of the parts of you, These fallen leaves, I assure you spring, In time, returns, Along with your sovereignty.
This is your best one yet. Fierce, protective, empowering!
Wow wow wow
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